SPRINGFIELD —- Illinois public schools that teach sex education will be required to provide information about birth control under a measure the Senate sent to Gov. Pat Quinn on Wednesday.
This is fucking buuuuuuullllllllssshiiiiiiitt. How can people not only be so ignorant, but force their ignorance upon future generations to ease their ridiculous religion-sanctioned guilt about exercising their basic human needs for sexual gratification and connection? How about teaching people how to build safe, consensual and deep relationships? How about preparing people for the real world, acknowledging marginalised sexualities, addressing society’s perceptions of sex and dismantling popularised inaccuracies and stereotypes?
Nice move Illinois, but you’re still fucking ages away from where we need to be.
reblog this twice, to make sure you really see it.
This is so frustrating
fuck man this makes me so angry and sad
On pedestals and study
It’s no secret to me that I work better if I have someone I respect/hero-worship to do it for. Who knows why I don’t respect myself enough to do it for me? I won’t speculate. Anyway - My Latin Lecturer. Michael. I think he’s next. I like him more and more; I think that he has similar passions to me in terms of languages. I’m going so well in Latin. I just know it through and through that I will die inside if my exam result isn’t spectacular.
Also, I don’t know a lot about studying successfully but what I do recommend is listening to classical music every time you study and perhaps making connections between certain composers and subjects. It sets the study mood, it’s not particularly distracting, it helps make the time more pleasant and you imbibe a subtle knowledge of operas/ballets etc. Personally, I like Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, Grieg’s Peer Gynt and The Very Best of Chopin.
Alex darling, your card could not have come at a more appropriate moment.
I cannot believe the extent to which I have hurt myself with my attitude to school. I don’t quite know what is the matter with me. I must have serious issues with self-perception. I hope I can change that in this lifetime and let my eternal being move to a more interesting problem of existence.
I would suggest that something is wrong when the tag for this picture is fuckyeahthighgap. Come on! How can we get people to respect strength more than low body fat? This is a hard one.
Killing Us Softly - Full length (part one)
This is so very relevant, to all of us. We need to stop ignoring this pervasive and insidious undermining of our power. You might think that feminists no longer have things to fight for, well I won’t deny that our rights as people are honoured much more today than in the past, but our culture is for the most part is convinced of our freedom and security and all that this means is that the fight has gone underground. I’m not just talking about feminism, it’s much bigger than that. But this is a good place to start.
EDIT: This is an older version of the talk than the one you can also find on youtube but I can’t find part one of the more modern talk. Here’s the link to part two of five (four)
Cannot decide which form of torture (homework) to subject self to tonight. Also can’t get out of bed on account of grievous bodily assault on temperature faculties.
Need hot bath followed by a pipe, a sweet dressing gown, fire and sex. Where y’at?
Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.
Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.
That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?
The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.
that I have been steadily reducing my own happiness in sacrifice to school. This will not do. From this moment things are changing. I lower my expectations in History as it is by far and away the most tedious, burdensome and time-consuming subject and is not part of my overall scheme. I can’t drop it, because I need to pass it and do well to get back into my degree and also centrelink will make me get a job and also there’s only a month to go but I can stop tying it to my self-esteem.
It really sucks tbh because I am interested in aspects of the subject and I have a good rapport with my tutor and I hate getting bad marks but what I ought to hate more is not being able to go to Pole class or practise lucid dreaming or spend time on my German or meditate or see Smickkk. It’s wrong for me to seek validation in this subject and I have to make my heart cold to it.
It’s hard to be a go machine all of the time but with meticulous planning and carefully directed self-hatred it’s possible to do it for a month more and then I can explode and re-install my gym, meditation, writing, beauty, pole, belly, sleep and reading regimes.
